Only One Thing

by Red Willow

Copyright © 2003

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All characters and reference to belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all them other peeps. I'm just using them to make my own fun. Girl/Girl lovin' – you no like, you no read.
Distribution: Um...ask.
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Spoilers: Season 6
Author's note: This one's for Mudrat – the keeper of my heart. thank you.
This is set in the future – think 10 years. There's reference to S7 not happening... and some things in S6 are different. Makin' my own fun, remember?
Pairing: Buffy/Willow

Buffy was horny.

And maybe a little bit hungry, as slaying did tend to make her crave a nonfat yogurt or seven.

She had patrolled five of the twelve or so cemeteries in her Hellmouthy little 'Dale, dusting a dozen vamps easily with Mr. Pointy. It was in Restfield, where she killed two Deformis demons that attempted to loot the Agelaide crypt that the Slayer decided she'd head home for the night.

She did a quick check of the crypt to see if anything had actually been disturbed, making a mental note of the name so she could inform Giles of it in the morning. The battle left her breathless with a few minor injuries, but far from broken. The two Deformis demons had given her a good fight, swatting her with their taloned hands and trying to slow her down with the mucus that wept constantly from their mouths, but Buffy was not deterred.

She swept that way and this with her feet, tripping one and connecting a fierce upper cut to the other. Her sword sliced through the air, leaving barely a trace as the strong metal arched and turned in a fast blur, following the movements of the Slayer's arm and the quick flicks of her wrist easily.

But the fight was just a glimmer of a memory as Buffy walked the 3.8 miles back to her house.

There was only one thing on her mind.

And only one red headed witch that would quench her hunger.

Willow loved this part.

Not the waiting, though. The waiting made her worried, scared. The waiting caused her to run her hand through her hair again and again and chew her nails down to the quick. The waiting made her scowl at Buffy's insistence that the Slayer was perfectly fine on her own and the days of Willow and the rest of the Scoobies accompanying her on patrol were over.

Buffy insisted that they'd all been hurt too many times. That too much was at risk now that Xander and Anya had their son, and Willow was hers to look after. Willow pointed out that Buffy didn't mind taking Dawn on patrol when she was home from school. Buffy, in return, would point out to Willow that having been made from the Slayer, Dawn had a natural tendency to heal quickly. Also, Dawn shot a mean crossbow.

Willow knew Buffy was right. They weren't in high school or even college anymore. Buffy had outlived her expected mortality rate, and indeed, had outlived her three replacements, which meant she could have retired a long time ago. The Slayer loved the hunt, however, and so Willow had given up trying to convince her blonde love to hang up her stakes.

And Willow knew that Sunnydale just wasn't the same hellhole town it used to be. There was another Hellmouth in Cleveland that Faith's replacement, Candy, was looking after. It was the new demony place to be, apparently. That didn't stop the vamps from feeding off of the civilians of Sunnydale, but vamps were a far cry from hell-gods and demon mayors.

Willow had been sitting on the couch during her rumination, turned halfway so she could easily glance out the window and survey the street for her Slayer. When she saw Buffy making her way up the sidewalk, that familiar swagger in her hips, the determined look in her eyes, Willow's face broke out into a huge grin. She swept her hand through her hair one last time and got up, making her way into the kitchen, her worry gone.

The waiting was over.

Oh yeah, she absolutely loved this part.

Buffy made her way around to the back yard, not even giving the spot where she had lain with Warren's bullet lodged in her a second glance. She never really thought about that day, simply glad that Willow was able to stop Warren from finishing the job by magically flinging the gun from him and binding him within some glowing sphere until she could heal Buffy and call the cops. Buffy didn't know what she would've done to Warren if that bullet had hit her Willow.

She saw the red head standing next to the sink, facing the window but not looking out it. It looked liked Willow was washing dishes. Buffy was doubtful. Willow was never one to have perfect timing, yet, night after night, Buffy came home to Willow just finishing the dishes, the front of her shirt slightly damp. The blonde had learned not to question these little things long ago, however, and simply welcomed whatever game the red head wanted to play.

Buffy watched Willow for just a moment, noting the well-known curve of the witch's neck, the soft locks of red that curled slightly just above her shoulders, and the beautiful, porcelain white skin that she had enjoyed pressing her own tanned body to countless times.

Willow's tongue darted out, absently licking her bottom lip before disappearing again. Buffy gulped and closed her eyes, moaning softly as the urge to rip the door off its hinges washed over her.

The Slayer was in the kitchen and behind Willow in under a whisper, wrapping her arms around the red head and sinking her face against the delicate curve of Willow's neck. She inhaled deeply the lovely oil that her witch had mixed for perfume, something consisting of patchouli, lemongrass, and orange that delighted the Slayer's senses and made her nose tingle to find out what other lovely smells wandered about Willow's body.

"I missed you." Willow said softly, slipping her wet hands up and over Buffy's neck, holding her close.

"Will," Buffy whispered, "you're shirt's all wet."

"Oh, Gosh…" The red looked down at herself, feigning surprise. "Guess I should take this off."

"Uh huh."

Willow lowered her arms and started the slow, teasing task of removing her shirt.

Buffy was in no mood to wait tonight, however, wanting to see the beautiful body of her lover. She lifted the shirt swiftly from Willow's tiny frame, dropping it without ceremony behind them. The witch simply smiled; glad to know her Slayer had been challenged during her patrol. Willow knew from experience that the better the battle and the more challenge Buffy faced, the more aggressive and eager her Slayer would be.

And Willow loved every bit of it.

"Need you." Buffy whispered, hoarsely.

"Then have me." The red head replied, turning in Buffy's arms and pressing her lips to the hungry Slayer's.

That was all Buffy needed.

Willow was lifted and placed on top the counter with Buffy standing between her legs and Buffy's lips pressing more firmly against hers. There was no prompting from either of them to part and invite with their lips, it was just a natural progression, a routine their mouths and tongues knew well.

Willow moaned into the kiss as she felt Buffy eagerly suck her tongue. She wrapped her legs around Buffy's waist pressing against toned muscles, and wiggled her tongue free, encouraging Buffy to follow after it. Their tongues slid over and against one another's easily, without skill or thought. Their lips pressed and parted, strayed and went back for more again and again.

The sensation and taste of Buffy's tongue in Willow's mouth was nothing compared to what she knew lay ahead.

But it was a damn good start.

The Slayer caressed Willow's lower back, loving the way her lover's soft skin felt under her strong hands. She let her hands roam briefly over her red head's slim form, caressing her back, shoulders, arms and stomach. She just wanted touch. Any touch. The touch, heat, and scent of her lover was all Buffy wanted.

Slowly, Buffy broke the kiss, giving Willow's lower lip one last tug, and stepped back from her. Buffy gazed at her lover with both adoration and lust. She swept her eyes over the soft swoop and swell of Willow's chest and small breasts hidden behind a black cotton bra, down across a flat tummy, and up again, resting on Willow's neck, where Buffy could plainly see the red head's pulse beating strong.

"You are so beautiful." Buffy told Willow, still concentrating on the rhythmic pulse at Willow's neck. "Every time I see you," She continued, "That's the first thing I think."

Willow blushed, the color spreading down her neck and across her exposed top. But there was a smile on her face as well. No matter how much of a hurry Buffy was in, no matter what had transpired between them, and no matter how long the couple had been together, Buffy never failed to stop to appreciate the beauty that was her Willow. She never failed to tell Willow exactly how she felt. Unfortunately, no matter what she felt for Buffy, and no matter the passion or time spent between them, Willow still hadn't managed to shed her embarrassment when it came to open appraisal of her body.

"And even more so when you blush." Buffy added.

She didn't give Willow time to respond though. Buffy's arms once again found themselves wrapped around the red head as she leaned in and met her lips to Willow's neck, her tongue darting out to lick the pulse point. Teeth scraped over skin before the soft flesh was taken into her mouth and she marked Willow as hers.

Willow moaned against Buffy's touch, against her teeth and tongue that were playing over the tender part of her neck. She laced her slim fingers in Buffy's golden locks and pulled her closer, luxuriating in the feel of the Slayer possessing her.

In one quick move, the Slayer unclasped Willow's bra and let it fall to the floor to join the witch's shirt. Soon her mouth replaced fabric as the blonde first licked one stiff, dusty peak then covered it completely with her lips. Buffy loved the feel of Willow's erect nipples in her mouth, pressing against her tongue, against her lips. It was something the Slayer never tired of.

Willow reclined slightly, letting Buffy have full range of her exposed body. Her lover rolled and licked the erect flesh of one breast with her mouth, while the other received attention from Buffy's experienced hand. She rolled, squeezed, and tugged the stiff peak with vigor. The moans and groans emanating from her lover's throat spurred her on and caused her need to puddle.

Buffy moved from one breast to the other, eliciting more soft, affirmative moans from her lover. Instead of switching hands as well to attend to the puckered, erect flesh that her mouth had abandoned for its twin, the blonde slayer moved both her hands down Willow's side, only half noting the quiet squirm under her fingertips as the red head tried to fight the tickle. As Buffy twirled her tongue around Willow's nipple, gently scraping her teeth over it as well, her hands found the waistband of tight blue jeans and within a few seconds, had the button-fly undone.

"Oh, Buffy..." Willow sighed, running her hand through blonde tresses, anticipating what her lover would do next.

Buffy moaned against Willow's nipple as her hand slid past the parted jean material to land on the soft silkiness of the red head's panties.

Willow was wearing Buffy's favorite.

Buffy brought her mouth from Willow's breast to her neck, licking softly and whispering her fondness for Willow in this particular pair of panties. The witch lifted herself, putting her weight on her hands and allowed Buffy to remove her jeans. Buffy dragged them down Willow's legs, adding the pair to the pile of clothes that were quickly accumulating there. The Slayer stepped away from her lover only briefly, taking in the sight of the beautiful creature before her. Smooth, creamy white skin with a splash of red for hair. Stiff, dusky peaks jutting out on her chest, and silky black covering what Buffy knew to be bare, soft, and pink.

The Slayer licked her lips and felt the burning heat in her center grow hotter, fiercer. She wanted to remember every single moment with Willow. Every single touch. Every word, every moan, every whimper. She wanted to remember every curve and swell of Willow's body, learning it again and again every time they made love.

The witch looked at her lover, the Slayer, smiling at the way Buffy marveled over her, knowing that if things hadn't changed in the time they'd been together, it was a good bet it never would. And Willow loved that idea. She had never had a thought that anyone could make her feel how the Slayer did. No one would treat her so well, love her so much, or be so devoted to her as Buffy. Willow felt special, and she knew to be the lover of the oldest living Slayer, she really must be.

But Willow wanted Buffy and the Slayer was taking way too long.

Willow did so hate the waiting.

Buffy pressed her face against the soft silk of Willow's panties, nuzzling the area just above her more sensitive spot. She could smell the red head's desire, basked in the sweet, musky scent she craved so often. The material felt wonderful against her cheeks, nose, chin, and lips. It was soothing to Buffy. Coming home after a good battle, riled up and ready with a passion that was hard to control, Buffy found a quiet peace in the gentle arms of her lover; in the exploration her Willow was so patient in allowing. Buffy could not only smell her lover's need, she could feel it pouring off the little red head.

Buffy began to remove the black, silky panties, sliding them slowly down Willow's thighs. She followed their journey with small, soft kisses that left a trail from the witch's center to her knee. Then the panties were no longer a part of Willow's body, but hung from one slender finger.

"Oh, god..."

Buffy swallowed hard, bringing the panties up between her and Willow. Willow grinned, knowing Buffy could see the stain Willow had made in her hungered wait for the Slayer to return.

The Slayer inhaled, having shed any embarrassment of such an act years ago.

"Taste." Willow instructed.

Buffy brought the black panties to her mouth and closed her eyes, sucking the soft material against her tongue and tasting Willow's essence.

"I told you I missed you." Willow whispered, with a crooked smile.

Buffy grinned, arching an eyebrow. "I guess so."

The panties were lost to the floor as Buffy bent to continue her exploration of Willow's body. She moved up the other thigh, pausing only briefly at Willow's sex, inhaling deeply and kissing softly the bare, pink, glistening flesh of her love.

Willow moaned, hoping Buffy would just dive in and eat her with the ferocity she knew the Slayer possessed. But Buffy had other ideas. She moved up Willow's stomach, kissed up and over one breast, then the other, worshipping her red-haired Goddess. She brought her soft, moist lips in contact again and again with Willow's collarbone, her shoulders, and neck. Willow could do no more than melt under the soft, attentive touch of her lover, moaning and sighing her pleasure.

She kissed Willow's ears, her forehead, her nose and each cheek. When she got to the corner of the red head's mouth, Willow turned and grabbed her, bringing their mouths together forcefully and slipping her tongue between Buffy's parted lips.

Buffy growled, tightening the grip she had on the soft flesh of Willow's now bare waist even more.

Willow growled back, challenging the Slayer.

And the Slayer did love a challenge.

Willow snatched at Buffy's clothes, tugging this way and that to be rid of the offending material so she could feel the hot, toned flesh of her lover. The smell of graveyards and those that were prone to walk there was evident on the Slayer, but it had been years since it bothered Willow. Now it was part of the unique Slayer scent and made the witch's blood boil to think of Buffy battling, of swinging fierce punches, of wielding a sword, or throwing stakes.

Her sex throbbed and wept for her lover, as was obvious by the stain on her panties. She wanted Buffy. Inside her. Stroking her. Licking and sucking her. She wanted Buffy's passion and fierce loving. And she didn't want to wait any more for it. She needed the Slayer to know that it was okay; that she didn't have to hold back any more and could lose a bit of the control her lover had been hanging on to. Willow loved the way Buffy took the time to appreciate her and show her love, but Willow also loved the way Buffy took her and pounded that love into her. She ached for Buffy's rough touch, for her hungry mouth and hard grunts and eager hands.

The Slayer's shirt and bra were a distant memory before they hit the floor as Willow pressed her hands flat against Buffy's ampler breasts, catching stiff flesh in the curve between thumb and forefinger. She brought her mouth to Buffy's shoulder, sinking her teeth into the soft flesh and sucking, making the first of many love bites for the night. Willow had the same instinctual need the Slayer had – to mark what was hers. The pair wore their love out in the open, marks signifying their passion in random patterns along their bodies.

Roughly, Buffy pushed Willow back, snatching at her legs to spread them far apart. One foot rested firmly against the rim of the sink just to Willow's right, while the other was lifted and placed on Buffy's shoulder. Willow groaned when she saw the bolt of desire rush through her lover just as the blonde ducked down to leave a bite of her own on Willow's inner thigh, sucking the tender flesh, tugging and pinching it with her teeth in the process.

"Buffy..." Willow moaned and arched up, fully prepared to take what her Slayer would give.

"Willow..." Buffy responded, her breathing heavy, ready to let her passion unfold fully. "I'm going to fuck you so good."

The red headed witch groaned in response, knowing Buffy wouldn't fail in her promise. She entwined her fingers in the blonde's hair just as Buffy dipped down further and took the first sampling of her Willow. They moaned in unison. Willow's sex was soaked and Buffy was more than eager to lap up every last bit.

Buffy opened her lover with her tongue, tasting the rich musky elixir she loved so much and began licking around Willow's engorged button. She dipped down, swirling her tongue around the red head's entrance and then moved back up. She licked and sucked on Willow's swollen, glistening folds. One strong arm wrapped around Willow's thigh as she met with her clit again, preparing for Willow's reaction.

As expected, Willow jerked her hips up when she felt Buffy's tongue dart out and swipe across the exposed and hard nub. She bit her bottom lip and moaned loudly, hoping to encourage her Slayer to keep going. Her Slayer was encouraged all right. Buffy wrapped her soft, yet determined lips around Willow's clit and pulled it into her mouth, thrashing her tongue back and forth against it.

"Yes! Oh Goddess, yes!" Willow cried out.

She gripped the back of Buffy's head with one small hand while the other continued to help support her on the countertop. She moved her hips against Buffy's face and her working tongue and lips. She was close already and knew Buffy wouldn't relent until she gave Willow the pleasure she so desired.

The Slayer strayed away from direct stimulation of Willow's clit only briefly, dipping lower to lap up more of her lover's creamy goodness. With the flat of her tongue, Buffy massaged the area just under Willow's clit, feeling it pulse under her ministrations. The witch squirmed. It felt so damn good to have Buffy doing what she was, but Willow wanted to be in Buffy's mouth, wanted her clit between her lover's teeth when she came.

And Willow was so close.

The blonde gave Willow just what she needed. She brought her lips around Willow's engorged clit, clutching it between her teeth, and began sucking mercilessly.

"Buffy!!"

Willow arched up against Buffy and let out a long, pleasured cry as the waves of her first orgasm rushed through her.

Abruptly, Buffy flipped Willow, placing her forearm across her back and pinning the red head to the counter. Willow gave little struggle as the Slayer opened a drawer and pulled out the butcher twine used for tying chicken and roasts. She quickly looped the rope around the red head's wrists, effectively restraining her.

A few seconds later, Buffy had Willow slung over the wood butcher block – one of the few items of her mother's that was left intact. Willow's feet barely touched the floor and her small breasts were smashed against the cool wood. The witch then heard several familiar sounds. A draw opening. The fly on Buffy's leather pants being unzipped. Snaps being fastened.

Willow's cunt jumped in expectation of what was to come. She could feel her wetness smearing across her thighs and the cool wood below her. She ached for Buffy, for what she knew Buffy was about to do. Ached and longed for the thick piece of rubber she knew Buffy had snapped into place to be inside her. Stretching her. Filling up and fattening her. She whimpered with her wanton need, spreading her legs slightly and pulling up against the chopping block. She twisted her hands around, straining against the twine that bound her, not wanting to be free, just wanting the Slayer.

Buffy watched Willow like a hunter surveying its captured prey, ready to pounce for the final kill. But Buffy wasn't hunting Willow, she wasn't waiting for a last ditch effort at escape. She was waiting for Willow's plea. Waiting to hear the girl's whimpered cry to be filled, fucked, and made use of. Buffy knew her Willow. Knew what Willow gave her, gave the Slayer – herself. Completely. Willow offered, and indeed, demanded that the Slayer take her and do with her what she wanted, anything she wanted. Willow gave all of herself freely because in the end, it was all that Willow could give. She needed to give as much as Buffy needed to have her.

Willow whimpered again, turning her head to try and catch Buffy in her view. The blonde stood just outside of the red head's peripheral vision however, making Willow groan and whine in frustration. Buffy brushed her small, thin hand over Willow's bottom, teasing the girl, but not giving anything away. The witch moaned and tried to push back, but to no avail. Again a needy whine came from her throat as Buffy drew her finger between the parted, pale globes of flesh in front of her, following Willow's spine until her fingers met a splash of red hair.

Willow was shivering and shaking, moaning and moving against the wood below her, trying for friction against her sopping sex.

Buffy leaned over Willow, the very tips of her stiff nipples gently brushing against the witch's shoulder.

"I need to hear you, baby." Buffy told her lover. "I need to know how much you want me."

Willow moaned. "Oh, Buffy..."

"Tell me, Willow." The Slayer urged. "Tell me what you want."

"I want... Oh, Goddess, please..."

Willow groaned again, feeling Buffy's hand slip up the inside of her thigh and her nipples trail loosely across her shoulder again. Buffy's lips were at her ear.

"Tell me or I won't." Buffy's voice took on a stern, authoritative tone. "Tell me or I'll tie your ankles to the block's legs and leave you here all night." She continued, "Tell me Willow. What do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me." Willow told Buffy, her voice small. "Please."

"What?" The Slayer asked. "I couldn't hear you."

Buffy positioned the head of the rubber cock against Willow's opening, causing the red head to gasp.

"Tell me." Buffy instructed again.

"Fuck me." Willow said again, her voice stronger as she tried to push back against the piece barely pressing against her. "Fuck me, Buffy, please."

The blonde slipped the head of the dildo along the red head's slit, slickening it with her juices. She brought it back up to Willow's opening, pressing a bit firmer, but not sliding it inside.

"You want this?" Buffy asked.

"Yes!" Willow nodded and moaned again as Buffy dipped the rubber in and then quickly out.

"You want this inside you, Will?"

Buffy's voice was low and almost cold, but Willow knew it had to do less with Buffy being cruel, and more with Buffy trying to keep her breathing and heart rate under control.

"Yes! Please!"

"You want me to fuck you with this? Fuck you hard and rough?"

"Yes! Yes! Oh Buffy, please! Please fuck me!"

Willow panted and pleaded, moving her hips back, allowing the head of the Slayer's cock to poke in and out of her even as Buffy just continued to stand still.

"I need you... need you... Buffy, please... I need you inside me... I-I'm nothing... I'm... I'm nothing..." Willow continued.

With one hand, the slayer grasped the witch's hip while with the other she wound locks of red around her fingers, making a fist. With one swift motion, Buffy slid the pink, rubber cock deep inside her lover, pulling back on her hair, and causing Willow to gasp and moan in response to both movements.

"No, Willow." Buffy started when she felt the rubber tool at her center buried inside her beautifully tied up lover. "Not nothing. Everything." She told her. "Everything I need."

The Slayer slid her rubber cock almost completely out.

"Who do you belong to?" She asked the witch.

"You!" Willow shouted, turning her head toward her lover, her voice pleading. "You... always you... only you."

"Yes." Buffy agreed.

She slid the strap-on cock inside Willow again, beginning a slow rhythm.

"You're mine. Only mine." Buffy told Willow as she began to fuck her.

She pushed deeper into Willow, leaning over the girl at the same time so that her lips brushed over the red head's shoulder before meeting with her ear.

"And I'm yours, Willow." Buffy whispered. "I've only ever been yours"

"Buffy..."

Buffy let her hands roam up and over Willow's body, pausing briefly to check and make sure the twine around her lover's wrists weren't causing harm. She reveled in the soft, delicate texture of the red head's skin, noting the perspiration that had gathered under her arms, in the small of her back, and in the creases where skin pressed against skin. The Slayer moved her hips against Willow, pushing and pulling her rubber cock in and out of Willow's grasping and weeping hole. The red head pushed back against her lover's pleasuring movements as best she could, wanting more, needing more and more of her lover's love deep inside her.

The blonde brought her hands around Willow's shoulders, sliding them underneath the girl and pulling her up, catching the small, perky breasts in her hands. Willow moaned loudly at the handling of her body, a twinge of pain wrapping around her shoulders. She hung her head, her shiny, red hair falling down into her face. She moaned and groaned her approval open-mouthed as her new position provided friction against her engorged clit. Buffy's nimble fingers rolled and squeezed her stiff, needy nipples; hips hitting her bottom again and again as Buffy fucked her cunt in a quick, steady rhythm.

"Buffy... Ohh, Buffy..."

Willow began to chant her lover's name, feeling her orgasm approaching. Buffy sped up her movements, slamming her hips harder and harder against her lover. She rammed the rubber cock deep inside the red head, grunting and squeezing Willow's nipples at the same time. Rough and hard Willow had wanted it, and Buffy always kept her promises.

"Yeah..." Buffy moaned, "Yeah, baby, come on..." She urged her lover.

With every slam against her body, Willow let out a cry, squeezing her muscles around the rubber impaling her repeatedly. Her fingers curled against her palms just as her muscles tightened even further and the enormous rush of her orgasm crashed through her, sending a spray of brilliant color across her vision.

"Buffy!!"

Willow screamed, pulling the last syllable of her lover's name into one long, drawn out affirmation of her pleasure.

The tremendous energy shiver reverberated throughout her entire body, rippling from her center, traveling down to and through her fingertips and toes, curling them in the process. She rode out her orgasm just as she continued to ride Buffy's thick, rubber cock.

Buffy withdrew her hands from Willow's breasts but continued to pound her sex, even as her lover arched and cried, writhed and shook with pleasure.

"That's it..." Willow gasped. "Yeah... don't... don't stop..."

"Never." Buffy moaned, nearing her own orgasm as her sex bumped and rubbed against the harness she wore.

"Do it..." Willow continued. "Fuck me... harder... faster... Buffy... do it..."

With Willow's words, Buffy clasped her hands tightly onto her lover's hips and brought them back to meet her forward thrusts. Harder and faster, she slammed into Willow's body, sweat flying from her brow onto the red head's back with her efforts.

Grunts, moans, and shouts of pleasure could be heard outside the Summers-Rosenberg home, but any bleached blonde vampire keen on interrupting or even mentioning such things would surely lose his head, souled or not.

The Slayer arched up, ramming the rod against her sex deep into Willow's hungry core, squeezing her eyes shut tight and gritting her teeth against the orgasm that rocked her body. The shivers released from her center raced up and over her, but she rode them as Willow had earlier, continuing her motion against her lover, making sure to give Willow all of her effort, just as the red head would give Buffy all of hers.

And Willow was not lost on Buffy's orgasm, silently pledging to give her several more before the night was up.

Just as the thought passed through her head, the witch felt Buffy slow down and then felt the cool, steel of Buffy's dagger at her back.

"Don't move, Will." Buffy instructed.

The red headed witch stayed calm and still, never fearing her Slayer's actions.

With a quick, clean slice, the twine holding Willow's wrists together gave way and she was free. Buffy placed the dagger back on the counter where she had left it earlier and helped Willow move her arms back around in front of her.

"You didn't have to." Willow told her, her arms sore, but used to being in that position much longer.

"I had my reasons."

Just as quickly as Buffy had caught up Willow with the butcher's twine, the Slayer pulled out of the witch and flipped her. Their eyes met, one with hunger, the other in eager anticipation. Both were covered in a thin sheen of sweat, their breathing fast and deep.

Willow sighed, taking in the appearance of her half-nude lover. Full, firm breasts rose and fell with the Slayer's breathing, their stiff, dark peaks straining and needy for touch. Larger, more defined muscles stood out on arms long since used to wielding swords and stabbing dull, wooden stakes through undead flesh and bone.

The red head's inventory was cut short, however, as the blonde picked her up, wrapping her arms around her. In turn, Willow wrapped her legs around Buffy, and allowed herself to be lowered back onto the never soft and always ready cock.

"Aahh... Buffy..." Willow moaned, closing her eyes and squeezing her arms and legs around her strong lover's frame.

"I got you, baby."

"You like it when I ride you, don't you?" Willow asked the Slayer, looking her in the eyes.

She pulled up, holding onto Buffy's shoulders, and started to slowly move up and down the shaft.

"Oh, yeah…" Buffy breathed out, captivated by Willow's movements.

The red headed witch let her eyes slip back closed, a look nothing short of pleasure masking her features as she began to ride Buffy's cock in earnest. Buffy held the witch, one hand on each firm ass cheek, guiding the smaller girl's body up and down in a quick, steady rhythm.

Buffy tilted her head up and caught Willow's lips with her own. Their lips parted in hunger, tongues dashing back and forth between their mouths. Teeth scraping. Wet lips moving away and recapturing. Tongues slipping and sliding against one another.

Willow sped up her movements, her sex swallowing the rubber rod again and again. She felt like her entire being was blossoming, opening and welcoming more. She broke from the passionate kiss, a loud keen beginning in the back of her throat as Buffy held her lover tight.

"God you're beautiful!" Buffy whispered in awe, as if she'd never seen Willow orgasm before.

Willow heard but did not respond to Buffy's comment as her body shook and shuddered with the impact of her release. She held onto Buffy as tightly as possible.

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

The witch said the phrase over and over, her lips brushing against Buffy's mouth and cheeks while she continued to ride the strap-on, prolonging her orgasm.

"I love you," Whispered Buffy with a strangled cry trying to reign in her emotion.

She felt Willow kissing the hot tears from her cheeks before the blonde realized she was crying.

Buffy lifted Willow up and carefully placed her back on the floor, unable to meet the girl's eyes. Willow recognized this side of her lover. The fearful, almost embarrassed side.

With one quick motion, Willow detached the dildo from her lover's harness and tossed it in the sink. She lifted her hands to Buffy's face, running her thumbs along soft, moist cheeks.

"Don't cry, baby." Willow told her softly.

"But I…"

"And I…" Willow gave her a soft smile before leaning in for small kiss. "You have nothing to worry about."

Buffy glanced to the cut twine on the floor before chancing a glance at her lover. When she met Willow's eyes, she found nothing but adoration and love there, yet she still couldn't hold the gaze.

"Buffy, listen to me." Willow started, nudging Buffy's chin up so the blonde would look at her. "I love you. Everything about you. Your strength, your courage, your tenderness, your passion, your hunger… everything. I love all of you."

She leaned in and kissed Buffy softly before whispering her love once more.

"Did I hurt you?" Buffy asked, averting her gaze only briefly before staring back into dark, green pools.

"No more than I wanted you to." Willow told her.

It was Willow's standard answer. In everything they did, there was a level of violence, of control being handed from one to another. When Buffy came back to herself, scared that she had hurt Willow, the red head always gave the same answer, letting the Slayer know that there was nothing she did that Willow herself hadn't wanted.

Willow sunk to her knees, pushing Buffy back against the kitchen cabinets. She pressed her face against the flat, firm tummy of her lover, inhaling deeply the sharp, musky scent that was the Slayer's need.

"I love you." She said again. "Goddess, do I love you."

With that, she finished undoing Buffy's leather pants and pulled them down, loving that she wore no panties and she would have the task of cleaning the Slayer's juices from the leather. The blonde kicked her pants away hastily as Willow quickly undid the harness, leaving her lover completely nude in front of her.

The red head trailed small, soft kisses down Buffy's tummy to the top of each thigh, enjoying the slight tremble she felt in her lover's legs and the moans escaping her lips.

"Willow…" Buffy moaned, leaning back and supporting herself on her elbows.

Willow nudged Buffy's thighs a little further apart and the Slayer complied immediately. Buffy's wetness was plain to see. Her swollen lips and trimmed curls glistened, as did the very tops of her inner thighs where her need had smeared in her effort to please Willow. The red head would have liked nothing more than to lap up ever last bit of Buffy's nectar, but she knew what the Slayer needed and Willow wasn't going to waste any time in bringing her lover the release she needed.

Without any more delay, Willow leaned in and began a steady assault on Buffy's sex, licking and sucking the swollen, slick flesh for all she was worth. Buffy's clit was hard and exposed and the witch pulled it straight into her mouth, thrashing her tongue against it. Buffy could feel her heat spreading, building in her thighs and stomach.

The red head held Buffy open, spreading her folds as she dove deeper with her tongue, her teeth. She licked around her lover's engorged button, sucked and nibbled on it, holding Buffy as steady as possible as the strong blonde jerked her hips in pleasure.

"Oh! Right there… yeah, baby… yeah… oh… yeah…"

Buffy's hand held Willow in place, fingers entwined in thick, red locks. Willow's face, her mouth firm against the blonde. Buffy loved the power she felt when holding her lover to her, and Willow loved the power she felt, as she was the one giving the Slayer her much needed release.

As the waves of Buffy's orgasm began to subside she dropped to her knees in front of Willow, capturing the red head's face in her hands and leaning in for a deep, passionate kiss. She could taste herself on the witch and loved every bit of it, letting the erotic effect stoke the fire that still burned between her thighs.

"I love you, Willow."

She kissed Willow's chin, cheeks, and nose, the two girls clinging to each other.

"I love you, Buffy." Willow told her, cupping the girl's face. "And I think I can keep loving you all night."

Buffy quirked an eyebrow.

"Not tired?"

"You act surprised." Willow giggled. "Baby, I've had years to build up my stamina."

"Oh, I know…"

Buffy pulled Willow in for another deep kiss, their lips opening, their tongues tumbling over and against each other.

"Buffy…" Willow started when they broke the kiss, needing to breathe. "I need you to know…"

"I do."

"You do?"

"Yeah. Uhh… I think so… what are we talking about?"

Willow rolled her eyes and poked her lover playfully.

"I need you to know that you've never hurt me." Willow started, turning serious. "And I need you to know that I can take whatever you… whatever the Slayer can give."

Buffy looked down, a shadow falling over her lighter mood.

"Buffy, look at me."

The blonde looked up and didn't look back down when their eyes met.

"Not only can I take whatever you can give. I want it. I-I want all of it. You were so worried about the rope tonight. We've done far more. Tonight was nothing compared to times before."

"So far." Buffy smiled and wiggled her eyebrow.

"Oh… please tell me that's a promise." Willow grinned.

Buffy turned serious again.

"I did know that, though." She stroked Willows cheek with her fingertips. "About you being okay with this, with what we do… I just worry. You know me… I worry about everything."

"I know."

"And I have to check in. I have to make sure."

"I know that too." Willow leaned into Buffy's continued caress. "A-and I love that you do. But you know I have to too, right? Check in, I mean."

"Yeah, I do."

"No matter what we do, or how long we've been together, I-I guess it's a good idea… to always make sure."

"I think you're right."

"Well, if you'd just accept that as a given…" Willow trailed off and winked at her lover.

Buffy rolled her eyes before pulling Willow in for another deep kiss. It lasted only a few seconds, but sparked anew their passion for each other.

"Now take me upstairs and have your way with me, Slayer."

Buffy growled her response before jumping to her feet and throwing Willow over her shoulder. She grabbed an apple from the bowl on the island before heading for the stairs.

She was still hungry after all.

On the way to their bedroom, Willow made a mental note to clean the kitchen before Xander and Anya came over for dinner. Her work was never done.

The End